Anna

Date: 10/16/2019

Level: 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚫️ I was at one of my old high school classrooms where it seemed to be a regular day of school. There seemed to be an in class competition where the winner was allowed to ride with the teacher in her private vehicle while the rest of us had to ride in the bus. At some point during this discussion I got in trouble as I frequently did in high school. I was sent outside but outside seemed more like inside, the inside of my home to be exact. My classmates were now in my house and were all preparing for some unknown event. At this point I had realized I was Anna from Frozen and my sister Elsa was a few feet away talking to some of my other classmates. She seemed to be hesitant and in a rush to leave out the laundry room. I followed her only to end up in a museum within my own home where all out royal props were stored. The Crowns and jewels displayed behind counters and different museum attendants explaining the significance of each item. I left to go outside as I saw Elsa had and ended up on an ice platform that was high above any land. It was cold outside and this ice had to railing. It was maybe a 100 yards in diameter with a smaller cut out in the center. We had to walk on the outside like a ring to see why was going on. As I got to the beginning a few museum attendants showed me my dress I wore for Elsa’s coronation preserved in resin and still beautiful as the day I had worn it. On the other side of this ice ring there was Elsa dress displayed on a statue that looked exactly like Elsa. (At this point I believed I was not Anna but in fact viewing Anna from a few feet away) Anna felt a spider on her neck and placed it on Elsa’s statue. A few people who I did not recognize came in and followed Anna to the Elsa statue. The spider leapt onto a woman (which I later discovered was not a woman) and crept onto her forehead. Another man came rushing over and placed a gun on his head and shot 4 times. The spider died and it was came down and so did the woman who was now clearly a man. He had only one gunshot wound on his forehead although being shot 4 times and he collapsed clearly dead. We rushed him back inside the laundry room and the a museum attendant who also seemed to be a nurse confirmed that he was dead and that his name was Plutarco. And then... that’s all I can remember because I probably woke up. THE END